Mr. Billionaire - S01 E04 (Story Episode)

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Mr. Billionaire - S01 E04 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

I’m pa rum pa rum pumin’ all on your stomach
(yeah) tonight I see some super freaky hoes
That could go from being strippers to a super CEO
I don’t know the way you do it, but you do it to me though
And you always told your girlfriends you need you a TV show

Now you got your own money, you don’t need nobody else
But far as hailin’ all that ass, I think you gon’ need some help
Let me remind ya
You got a, you got a great future behind ya
You gotta tell me what we tryna do

Ain’t no pastor, don’t do missionary
I know good(OH!) when I see it I’m a visionary
I know them haters talking always had us very weary
(Yup!) On the 35th of Nevuary
(Yup!) You love the way I’m turnt

After all the money you earned
Still show daddy what you learned
That cowgirl, you reverse that cowgirl

You reverse, you reverse
And I pregnated your mouth girl (oooo)
That’s when I knew you could be my spouse girl
We fuckin’ all over the house girl

We just messed up a brand new couch girl
If you ain’t on site, you on Skype
I put you on that bike, you bound girl

We too wild, won’t turn down
We drunk in love, f--k them'”
We jammed to Kanye’s insane lyrics, bobbing our heads and swaying our bodies. And when Beyoncé came in and bought it home, we sang along.

For those few moments as I danced with my friends, I forgot all about Simon. We drank lots of alcohol as we partied, dancing with the rich and elite. Everything I had been worried about was gone.

Suddenly Martia stopped dancing and her eyes narrowed in anger as they took in something behind me.

I turned around, despite the fact that Kayleen was trying to shield me from the horrid sight with her tiny body.

I saw them immediately. They were expressing way too much PDA as they grinded on the dance floor.

“F-----g disgusting,” Levi mumbled in disgust.

“How’d they even get in?” Martia griped, looking murderous as she took off her earrings. Her face said she was about to whoop some ass, but I couldn’t concentrate on that. I could only see them.

The hole in my heart, the one I thought was gone, came back in full force.

Their appearance ruined my entire night , I thought as I pushed through the large throng of dancing bodies angrily. I heard Kayleen calling after me. And I could hear both Martia and Levi’s anger.

Levi was shouting, “I’m going to jail tonight,” while Martia yelled, “I knew I should’ve brought my pocketknife. But my fist will have to do for now!”

I finally stumbled outside. I was drunk, angry and sad. A lethal combination.

I hadn’t gotten very far as I pondered how Simon and late could even afford to get into Scarlet Kiss when suddenly I stumbled and fell. A strong pair of arms caught me.

When I looked up I met a pair of deep, piercing crystalline blue eyes. His wavy blonde hair flopped softly in eyes which sparkled mischievously as he stared at me. And his lips-so soft and sensuous-were tipped up on one side in a crooked grin. And his physique had me trembling.

“What are you doing here by yourself in the middle of the night?” he asked in a deep husky voice, raising his eyebrows.

“Why do you care?” I snapped, pulling out of his arms. The image of my ex-best friend and my almost husband grinding flashed through my mind.

“Because beautiful women shouldn’t walk by themselves this late at night.”

I looked at him, secretly surprised and pleased by what he said. However, I covered up that surprise with attitude.

“Well…for your information, Prince Charming, my friends are in the club.” I jerked my chin in the direction of the club.
“Why aren’t you with them?” He looked at me, his gaze unwavering.

My hands balled into fists and my teeth gnashed together. I could still see Simon and Kate, grinding and kissing.

“What is this twenty f-----g questions?” I growled.

He tilted his head to the side, looking vaguely amused.

“Is that,”-he gestured toward my balled up fists-“supposed to scare me?”

“I don’t give a d--n if it scares you or not.” I was officially on drunk b---h mode.

Despite my bitchiness, he was calm and cool and very amused. He laughed.

“Ugh.” I pushed past him angrily.

“Wait.” He grabbed my hand before I could leave him. “I’m sorry for laughing at you.” His grin said he was in fact no t sorry. “But something must really be bothering you for you to go all ballistic on a stranger.”
Kate and Simon flashed through my head as I closed my eyes. He was right. It wasn’t him I was mad at. I opened my eyes and looked into his beautiful blue ones.

“I’m sorry,” I finally said, letting out a sigh. “I’m just a little drunk and tired and pissed.” I sighed a second time.

He looked straight at me, his eyes holding mine. His blonde hair gently picking up the breeze. I’d be lying if I didn’t say he was beautiful.

I then realized he was still holding my hand. His hand looked pale against my deep brown skin. I pulled away, my face hot. He was too d--n gorgeous for his own good.

“I guess I didn’t introduce myself,” he said, smirking as if he heard my thoughts. “I’m Liam. Liam Hawke.”

The name rung a bell, but I was too drunk to think at the moment so I just smiled and said, “I’m Yvonne Michaels.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Yvonne.” He smiled. “If I were you I’d head home now, beautiful. Men are already prowling around.”

He looked behind me where rowdy men laughing could be heard. I was distracted though. This was the second time he called me beautiful.

I shivered as a cold breeze whipped by and he pulled off his expensive looking coat and rested it on my shoulders.
“Let me drive you home,” he offered.

I was so tired that I just nodded. He walked me to a sleek black Lamborghini and held the door open for me. As soon as I was in his car and my head was against the expensive leather seats, I began to drift.

“Where do I go?” he asked me, looking at me from the driver’s seat.

“2300 Dawson Street,” I told him before I finally drifted to sleep.